Sextuplets From Ruthless Love novel Chapter 44

Jessica pulled the chair beside her over to block the two men off. Then, she pushed the table to force them to the corner. In an instant, she swung her hand and cut their arteries.

The last man rushed over. Jessica didn't have time to react to that. Lifting her leg, she tried to kick him, but she realized she couldn't straighten her lame leg.

She was a few centimeters away from that man, so she couldn't reach him. The next second, that man stabbed her left shoulder with a sharp knife. Blood flowed out of her wound and streamed down her arm.

Jessica suppressed the pain in her arm. Turning around, she stabbed his left chest with the only energy left.

That man collapsed onto the ground. Clenching the dagger in front of his chest, he widened his eyes in dissatisfaction.

Jessica kicked him mercilessly, sending him to the ground. She moved her long, slender fingers to his chest and pulled the dagger out.

"That knife is only an inch away from your chest." Jessica pointed at his left shoulder. Looking at the man, who was frowning, she curled her lips into a smirk.

"Don't forget to hurt someone's crucial part when you try to kill someone in your next life." As soon as Jessica finished talking, she turned around and walked out of the house to lean against Samantha's tombstone.

She dared not to leave the graveyard because she was afraid that Trevor would use that as a reason to stop donating his bone marrow to Bennett.

Furthermore, she dared not to release her grip on her dagger. She feared she couldn't do anything if Trevor sent more people there later.

She had inhaled a large amount of sleeping gas, so her body was itchy.

"Sammie," Jessica reached out her trembling hand to touch Samantha's tombstone. "Can you help me? For the sake of we were once close."

Biting her red lip, she tore off her sleeve. After mustering up her courage, she raised another hand to remove the dagger on her left shoulder.

In an instant, blood spurted out of her wound. Her wound was even more serious than it was just now.

She bandaged her wound slowly with the cloth she tore off from her sleeve just now.

"As long as Bennett can survive, I'll do anything I can," she thought.

Time ticked by slowly. Jessica lay in front of Samantha's tomb, waiting for the time to pass.